Allison

I don't know what possessed me to do it. His mouth was on mine, I could feel every aspect of his lips. I just wanted a further taste of him. When his tongue probes against my lips, hesitantly I open for him. I love that he doesn't just dive right in, taking from me, instead slowly he moves his tongue into my mouth.

Dancing with mine, I can taste bacon and a hint of mint. It's an odd combination, but I find I don't mind it. I have never been kissed a day in my life. He never believed in kissing or foreplay. Our times together were strictly for his pleasure. I was just his favorite hole to use. The way Grayson is kissing me now, I find I love it.

Bringing my hands to the back of his head, I pull him so he's so much closer to my body. For once in my life, the feel of a mans hardness against my thigh doesn't sicken me. I find myself wondering what it would be like to have him inside of me. Something tells me he would make it special for me.

He pulls back, breathing so hard I see his nostrils move with each intake. His hands are holding my hips in a death grip. Being as I have pale skin, I'm certain there will be marks there. Not that I mind in the least being marked by this man. Suddenly, I feel my courage dissipating as my thoughts take on a sexual nature. Then, once I see peoples heads from all sides of the room, turn to look anywhere but at us, I can feel redness coating the skin of both my cheeks.

I move my hands from his head, to cover my face in mortification. I cannot believe what I had just done, with a man I barely know. "Hey, hey, we didn't do anything wrong Alley Cat." Graciously, he pulls my hands away from my face, so he can look at me. "We are two adults that find one another attractive." He shrugs his shoulders, a lazy smile on his lips. "Between you and me, I plan to do a lot more with you soon."

He drags his length against my center for emphasis. In case, I hadn't known what he was talking about. "Very soon." He shoots me a wink, before bending down to take my lips once more. Making me see stars as he pulls away too soon. "Now, you sit here with Jackie. He'll keep a close eye on you."

He backs away from between my legs. Immediately, I close them so no one can see me as a wanton slut. Turning the stool around, he kisses my head, gives Jackie a fierce look. That has the older man nodding his head, "You know I'll keep a close eye on her. The kid too once she comes back from the kitchen with my wife and Liza." I see Grayson give him a slight nod, as he bends to kiss the top of my head.

"Where are you going." Turning my head, I look at him from the side. "I have some club business to take care of." His words leave an ominous feeling in my stomach. "You mean with Grease." With a sad smile on his face, he squeezes my hand with his in comfort, as he gradually walks away.

I see him snap his neck, shoulders shooting straight, as he turns to the right. That door with the chains down that side of the hallway must be the basement. Turning back around, I see Jackie looking at me closely. One eyebrow raised, he asks me if I want a drink. When I tell him no, he turns looking for a certain bottle.

When he finds what he was looking for, he turns to me again, with a bottle of Apple Vodka in his hand. "I say lets do a couple shots there darlin." Without waiting for a response, he grabs two shot glasses, pouring us each a glass. When he slides one over to my side of the bar, I look from the glass and back at him. "It's not even noon yet." With a full-blown smile, he shoots a wink my way, before tilting his head back, taking down the entire shot.

Once he's finished, he hollers something about the burn feeling good, as he looks at me expectantly. Feeling eyes on me, I look around to see everyone holding up their own drinks at me. As though cheering me on. Figuring what the hell, I'm going to be twenty-one this coming weekend, I lift the glass to my lips, enjoying the feel of the liquid flowing down my throat.

When I slam the glass down on the bar top, everyone hoots and hollers. Saying things like 'that a girl', and 'you're officially one of us now.' Causing me to laugh at their antics. I can't help looking around the place feeling like I'm finally home for the first time since I was six years old.

Viper

I unlock the chains, that are wrapped around the handles of the door. Hearing my men hollering behind me lets me know I left my woman in good hands. I can only imagine how drunk she may be when I return. Getting those thoughts out of my mind, I take the steps one at a time. Enjoying the sounds of Grease's screams of pain.

They get louder the closer I get to the door. A sinister smile is on my lips, when I slowly open the door. The sight before me brings adrenaline coursing through my veins. The sight of this asshole getting what he deserves makes my day so much better. I love watching a worthless piece of shit getting tortured. The more blood curdling screams of pain the better. They don't call me viper for nothing.

Walking into the room, Hammer puts down his most favorite weapon of choice. The metal makes a loud noise as it bounces off the pavement. Grease is begging with incoherent words. The more he opens his mouth to speak, the more blood comes flying out onto the floor. Hammer really fucked up his mouth. I can see a lot of his rotten teeth laying on the ground.

"My brother will strike you dead for this." Those are the first coherent words my ears can make out. A humorless laugh falls from my lips, as I tsk his outburst. Kneeling down, so I'm eye to eye with the man, I study him closely. Still wondering how him and one of my best friends, Wrench were brothers.

Wrench took care of himself, made everyone proud when he signed into the Army. We celebrated him the entire weekend before he left. Always looking forward to any letters we received from him when he was at boot camp. He returned home a few months later, shaved head and all. We busted on him the entire time about it.

He was always so sweet natured, didn't have a mean bone in his body. Trustworthy, honest, and a good man. That is what Wrench was. Grease here is the complete opposite of everything his deceased brother was. "The truth of the matter is he would be ashamed of your ass. Letting yourself go as much as you have, your piss poor attitude, the way you treat women and the members of this club." I stand up, hitting his jaw in the process with my knee. Watching as he tumbles to his back.

Laying on the ground, he stops moving all together. Giving up. Facts are he gave up two years ago. The day we got the news of his brothers death. The only reason he was sworn in then, was because it was the last wish his brother asked of the club in his written letter. We couldn't deny our fallen brother. He wanted his younger brother to have a family to look out for him after he passed. Knowing as long as he followed the rules, and didn't cause any trouble he would have the club behind him for life.

Unfortunately, these last two years have been hell putting up with him. He let his appearance go down the garbage. Treating every woman with disrespect, including the old ladies. We don't play that way, those women are members of this club just as much as my men. There's been many times I've had to bail his ass out of jail for fighting at other bars, being rough with women. Hell, the one time I almost left him in there because he beat the shit out of some girl. Putting her in the hospital.

The only reason he got out was the girl was so scared she dropped the charges. He came walking back in here like he was a king on a throne, proud of what he did. That was the first beat down he received from me and the boys. We don't abuse women. Use the club whores for our enjoyment, absolutely, that's what they are there for. We have never laid our hands on them though.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. Who the fuck told you about what we discussed in the clubs meeting?" He looks up at me, both his eyes swelling up so bad he can barely see me. He spits at the ground in front of me, causing me to almost pity him. "Hammer," I hold out my hand, waiting for my best friend to place my favorite device in my palm. Looking down at him, I see true fear grow in his eyes, as I turn on the blow torch, a sadistic smile on my lips.